When was the last time you felt that leap in your heart, the pitter patter (in a GOOD way, the BEST way)
The glorious feeling of soaring inside your own body?
Or has it been a long time? Perhaps too long to remember?
Somewhere along the way, life got stuck in and endless loop of responsibility and worry.
A job that pays the bills while it sucks your soul.
A marriage you’re too tired to nurture (or maybe just an empty bed).
Bills mounting up and always chasing your tail trying to keep your head above water.
They call it “being an adult”, but really it’s being a slave.
A slave to the status quo.
A slave to a world that implies it’s wrong to be happy.
Because you KNOW - somewhere, deep down inside there, that this is NOT how life is supposed to be.
That the innocence and joy we feel as kids isn’t meant to disappear forever.
And even though everyone around you is still on the life draining hamster wheel -
The literal rat race -
You know you HAVE to jump off somehow.
Or you will die.
Because the truth is, we often die two deaths -
Once when we leave our body, but often we die long before, when we give up on our soul.
How long has it been since you felt fulfilled, strong, rising, alive?
I know this, because I was there.